Minutes passed and I said nothing, I knew I could trust him. I knew I could tell him my story. I adjusted on the couch, trying to be comfortable. I stared at my clasped hands as I leaned forward, supporting myself with my elbows pressed on my knee.
"Mr Addison. Uhm- it's kinda complicated. I mean, the tough decision and the events that led to it. It's weird having this conversation with you."
"If you're not comfortable, then don't tell me. I'm not even a good listener, but I'm willing to try."
"Okay, fine. I'll try being comfortable."
I rubbed on my knees as if cold, brazed myself, letting a calm aura settle. In seconds, I was ready to tell my story. Thus, I spoke reflectively.
"As you know, my father, Nathan was an illegal immigrant. His documents were expired long before he met my
